Han Ming's consciousness was groggy, he felt as if a lot of cotton was stuffed into his head, and he felt a terrible swelling pain.

Although Han Ming was in a daze most of the time, every once in a while, his consciousness would be awake for about half an hour. Han Ming didn't know why this was the case at first, but he found a detail, the moment when his head was clear, it was when the nameless cool gas in his body operated to his brain on its own.

The sober mind does not do anything, because he is unable to perceive the outside world at all, and his consciousness is completely unable to connect with his senses. Now it was as if he was in a blank world, unable to see, feel, or smell! He could do nothing but think of something wildly.

Han Ming felt that this situation lasted for a long time, until he found that there was another qi in his head, this extra qi was completely different from the cool qi he had cultivated for three months, this gas was not only much thicker, but also gave people a warm feeling.

This warm gas rampaged through Han Ming's mind, and with every collision, Han Ming felt a throbbing pain in his consciousness, as if his consciousness was being torn apart. Han Ming tried to control this foreign gas, but he found that this gas was not controlled at all, he tried to use the cool gas he had cultivated with his nameless mouth to fight against the warm gas, but he found that the cool gas in his body was not the opponent of the foreign gas at all.

But with the rampage of this gas, Han Ming gradually felt that his control of his body was gradually recovering, he gradually felt the numbness and weakness of his limbs, the burning discomfort in his abdomen, and the burning pain in his throat due to lack of water, and he also felt that not only did he have that kind of warm true qi in his head, but his whole body was roaming with this kind of true qi.

With the continuous collision of that true qi, Han Ming's consciousness has recovered most of the perception of the body, and Han Ming guessed that if there were more than ten violent collisions, he would be able to open his eyes in real life and completely get out of this chaotic state. But at this moment, that warm true qi no longer rushed around, but gathered together quietly, and then withdrew from Han Ming's head like a tide.

Han Ming was stunned, he didn't know what was happening, although the collision of true qi would bring severe pain, but it was precisely because of this collision that he had a perception of his body. As a result, this true qi came and went even more suddenly, and it retreated when it was about to make meritorious contributions at the end.

But contrary to Han Ming's expectations, without the warm gas, his perception of his body was still slowly recovering, which made him surprised and delighted.

I don't know how long it took, Han Ming's consciousness gradually regained its connection with the physical body, and he gradually perceived the outside world.

Han Ming's first feeling after waking up was that his whole body was extremely uncomfortable, if it was just pain, Han Ming asked himself if he could still bear it, but that feeling was not only pain, but also a kind of soreness that penetrated deep into his bones, and as long as he moved slightly, this feeling would hit exponentially.

Although Han Ming's perseverance was quite firm, he couldn't help but moan at this time.

Han Ming faintly heard a woman's voice, and after a while, he felt that he was being fed something, and after a while, the pain in his whole body subsided a lot, at least he could endure it a little, but most of his whole body was still unable to move, only his eyes and mouth could move slightly.

Han Ming squinted his eyes and looked around, but he was surprised to find that he was sitting in an extremely luxurious carriage, and the carriage was still shaking, as if it was moving.

Han Ming somewhat understood his situation, he was probably rescued when he was unconscious, and then he was placed in this carriage.

Han Ming carefully looked at the situation in the carriage and found that the space of the carriage was not small, and there was a faint sandalwood in the air, which made people feel refreshed when they smelled it, and he was lying on a small bed in the carriage.

Squinting again, Han Ming saw an old man in a gray robe grabbing his wrist, much like Huang Langzhong in the village when he was treating people.

Han Ming looked at it again, and found that the gray-robed old man had a beard nearly a foot long, and his snow-white beard was neatly groomed, fluttering on the old man's chest, quite like a fairy wind bone.

There was also a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl behind the old man, the girl was delicate, wearing a pale green dress, like a lotus flower that had just come out of the water, and was secretly looking at him behind the white-bearded old man.

When did Han Ming Village have such a quiet and beautiful woman, and the first time he looked at this woman, he had a feeling of amazement, and after taking a look, he unconsciously peeked at it.

And the woman had been staring at Han Ming curiously, so when she saw Han Ming sneaking around at her, she was very generous, and smiled directly at Han Ming, not shy at all.

On the other hand, Han Ming's performance was a little uncompromising, as soon as he saw the girl smiling at him, his face turned red with shame, as if he had been caught red-handed for stealing something. The woman saw that Han Ming's face was flushed with shame, and she couldn't help but laugh silently, but this time it made Han Ming's face even redder.

The white-bearded old man held Han Ming's wrist with his right hand, gently stroked the beard on his chest with his left hand, his head swayed back and forth, and he said to himself: "Strange, strange, it's really a strange thing, I woke up a little early, it stands to reason that there will be another hour to get better!"

When Han Ming heard the old man speak, he turned his gaze to the old man, and just saw the old man shaking his head, at this time Han Ming immediately thought of Wang Xiucai in the village, Wang Xiucai was like this when he was reading a book, shaking his head and shaking his head, full of mouth.

Seeing the old man's kind appearance, Han Ming's blush disappeared mostly, and he couldn't help asking, "Old man, where am I? Why am I here? Who is the old man?"

The white-bearded old man heard Han Ming talking to him, he raised his hand and stroked the beard on his chest, and said with a smile on his face: "Boy, you have asked so many questions, how can I answer, why don't I ask you instead, who are you? How can you appear on the edge of the Human Desert?"

As soon as Han Ming heard the old man ask about his origin, he remembered that his eldest brother had talked about the sinister things in the outside world, although he didn't have any property worthy of others' concern, but he had to guard against others.

Thinking of this, Han Ming lied, saying that his name was Han Ming, a resident on the edge of the desert, and one day he was chased into the depths of the desert by a wolf, and then he was lost in the desert, and he finally found a way out after persisting for more than ten days, but just after leaving the desert, he fainted for unknown reasons.

"I was also bitten by a wild wolf on my arm!" Han Ming said sincerely.

Han Ming's eldest brother once told him that only a few truths mixed with lies can deceive people, otherwise it will be easy to debunk blindly lies.

When the white-bearded old man heard Han Ming say that he had been alone in the Human Desert for more than ten days, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised, but he sighed secretly in his heart: "Sure enough, alas, it's really a violent thing."

The white-bearded old man reached out and touched the beard on his chest, looked at Han Ming carefully, and then asked again: "Boy, have you ever eaten a kind of grass in the depths of the desert, this grass is white on the bottom and purple on the top, but its roots are black, more than half a foot high."

Han Ming thought about it for a while and remembered, that grass was really growing too strangely, and there was a hole of poisonous snakes next to it, if he wasn't really hungry, he wouldn't have bothered to fight that nest of poisonous snakes at all.

Because the grass grew too strangely, he was afraid of poison, so he kept it in his arms and didn't dare to eat it, but he didn't want to throw it, and planned to wait for the snake meat to eat and there was really nothing to eat, and then take the grass to satisfy his hunger, after all, if he had to choose between death, he would prefer to be poisoned rather than starved to death!

When the snake meat was gone, and he couldn't find anything else to eat, he hesitated and ate the grass, but he never thought about it, and he swallowed the grass for half an hour, and when he turned over a small mound, he saw the edge of the desert.

Seeing the old man's certain tone, Han Ming guessed that the white-bearded old man knew something, so he couldn't lie anymore, so he said honestly: "The old gentleman is really like a god, the kid did eat such a grass in the desert, but I don't know how the old gentleman knew." ”

The old man smiled with satisfaction when he saw Han Ming's tone was quite respectful: "The grass you eat is called Poison Emperor Grass, it is extremely poisonous, the old man has been looking for more than ten years and has not found it, you kid is good, eat it directly." Boy, do you know you've walked around the ghost gate,"

As soon as Han Ming heard that he had eaten a highly poisonous herb, he was a little more panicked, but when he heard the old man's words, he was overjoyed: "The old gentleman said that the kid walked away before the ghost gate was closed, and the old gentleman's implication was that the kid didn't have to worry about his life at this time? Could it be that the old gentleman saved the kid?"

The old man stroked the beard on his chest again, and looked at Han Ming carefully, but the smile on his face was a little more, and the old man said slowly: "Good boy, you are quite clever, your poison is indeed solved by me! It can be regarded as your luck against the sky, when you meet other doctors, you are afraid that you have already lost your breath!"

Han Ming was immediately overjoyed when he heard this, it seemed that his little life had been saved, so he looked at the white-bearded old man gratefully and said, "Thank you for saving your life, if possible in the future, the kid will definitely be rewarded."

The old man glanced at Han Ming meaningfully and said, "Repay me?" There will be a chance in the future, and don't always call me the old gentleman and the old gentleman, my surname is Hua Zi Needle, they all call me Hua Lao, you will call me like this in the future, and you will change your words in the future." ”

After the old man finished speaking, he got up, straightened his gray robe, turned around and prepared to leave, and seemed to remember something, he stopped and instructed the green-clothed girl beside him: "Feed him a pair of hemp boiling every half an hour, and besides, at this time he is not suitable for eating, you can feed him a little water, so that he can take care of him, and ask you if something happens." When the old man had given the order, the girl in green leaned over and got out of the carriage.

The green-clothed girl seemed to be a little afraid of the old man in front of her, and looked at the old man's back and replied again and again: "Yes, Hua Lao, Ping'er must obey the order"